Seven Days To Lose Me Novels & Stories

Me three. ***

, I asked. "What crazy deal huh?" "You seem not to know your way home. Why not help me for 7days? And I'll help you find your way home" "Nice deal Superman, what's the plan?" "Leena is missing, and her biggest music concert is coming in 5days,if she doesn't show up,her career will collapse" "How's that my business?", the lunatic asked. I took a heavy breath. "Just do this for me, please", I pleaded.

He sounded like a mistress who had just been kicked out by her lover. He continued, "I've bought three limited edition elite-class luxury cars and had four A-list celebrities drinking millions of dollars worth of alcohol with me, but I still can't find solace from my sadness. Is this what breaking up feels like? It's so fucking terrible!" "Go to a hospital and have them check on your heart. Don't bother me." Jasper was about to hang up when Landon suggested, "Hey, why don't we celebrate that stepmother of yours being arrested instead?"

I was hopeful that they'd snap out of their coma before the seventh day, because only them could reveal the identity of the people they had fought with. When the seventh day finally arrived, it was a depressing, suffocating and cold day. I stood on the balcony of my private chambers, watching the sun begin its slow, agonizing descent toward the western peaks. Seven days of silence from my best men. Seven days of a hollow, aching void where Sara’s presence should have been. My skin felt too tight for my body, my wolf pacing so violently within me that my bones felt ready to snap.

" My eyes bulged wide as I stared at him in disbelief. Though I knew what kind of person he was, actually hearing him say such despicable things still shocked me greatly. I didn't say anything in response, thus, he assumed I had agreed. His lips curled into a smirk as he said confidently, "You must beg Grandma to agree to this. Only then will I prepare a magnificent wedding gift for you so you won't be embarrassed." From how pleased he seemed with himself, it appeared as if he was certain I would abide by his request just so I would be able to marry him. Right then, I saw my best friend, Solana Zitta, run over. She helped me up and wrapped a towel around my still-dripping-wet body.

“And you’re mine until the last second.” Ceasar stared at me, and I met his gaze, refusing to look away. “Seven days with you,” I murmured, “For one day of revenge.” “One week, Jane,” Caesar said, his voice a deep, velvet promise that slid down my spine. “Seven days and I’ll give you everything you’ve been craving… even the things you’re too afraid to admit you want.”

I know I’m running; I know I’m scared, and his expression tells me he knows it too. “Look at me.” His voice is back to demanding. “You have one week, Daphne. Get out of your head and stop overthinking this. We both know this is more than a distraction. One week and I’m coming for you.”

Sometimes she even let out a little moan of relief. I think some part of me was afraid that if I didn’t give her some kind of a tether to hang onto, no matter how fragile, she would lose herself to the events of the last few months. And then I would lose her. But by the second week she’d been home, my patience had worn thin. She’d done nothing but mope around this house for weeks, barely speaking and showing no interest in anything or anyone. She wasn’t trying to escape anymore. Wouldn’t even sit and have a cup of tea with Lisa like she used to. She was a fucking ghost haunting my home, even though she was walking and talking and breathing. And I couldn’t stand it. I wanted my vita back. She

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

Until the loose stones at my feet rattled in the wind. So that's what it was. Seven whole years. I was just a ridiculous bargaining chip, a pawn in their private games. They used me to see who would win, used a living, breathing person to prove who was better. I suddenly wanted to laugh. What was laughable was that I had been so serious, for seven whole years. "But he really was going to propose to you at sunset on the cliff today." "The flowers, the ring, the whole setup… he supervised all of it himself. He kept it a secret from you for almost two months."